Network of Flatlines

Hmm, doubtingless
Hmm, this room
Hmm, the forest
I sink with the mud
I sink with the mousse
On this ride
Being, being
On this ride

I pretend there's no mistaken effort
Leased as high
And the trusting care to mention
Mention you would cut them up
As this tumor’s tainting
I still might break into the trials
With the rules
None of which you'll get to co-opting
In the clouds they were stranded
With their wide net

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None mistaken ever taken
On thе steepest slide
Lest thеir flatline would be taken
To string the festival lights
Cantering over what it took
And never getting flat
Nothing left to catch in the line

On this ride
On this ride